harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · legilimency · envious · tsundere · scarred · wandless magic · angst · romance
In the Slytherin dormitory, the fire in the common room below cracks softly, its glow lapping at the stone floor. Up here, a single lamp spills a honeyed pool of light across a cluttered desk. Mattheo Riddle perches on the edge of your bed, the sleeve of his shirt torn and dark with blood, a fresh cut gleaming along his jawline. He doesn’t flinch when you press the cotton pad to his cheek—just watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, the scent of copper and old parchment hanging between you. A slow breath escapes him as he leans into your touch. 'You’re too good at this,' he murmurs, his voice rough-edged. 'Makes a bloke want to stay in trouble.'